amor.dor
"The heart, if it could think, would stop."
- Dec 24, 2025
- 82
We are born without a choice, then held accountable every single day to be useful—only to end up as worm food in the end life. And yet, we're forced to be grateful for a life nobody asked for. Life is a Greek gift. Isn't it strange how life always resurges, even after catastrophe? We learn that good things don't last and are hard to come by. But then, how can life itself be 'good' if even from a garbage dump, a flower is born? life seems more like a curse that keeps coming back